Silent Before God
Last Sunday afternoon my family and I dropped three of our four kids off at camp. Even though we miss them, quietness and calmness mark our home. Our fridge remains stocked, the wash machine sits empty, and the quarreling ceases.
I miss the pitter-pattering of feet, the laughing voices, and the revolving door. The silence seems strange. Uncomfortable. Yet, I notice different sounds.
While the breeze blows through the windows, I hear the rustling leaves, chattering squirrels, ticking clock, humming ceiling fan, and beeping mail truck. I smell the freshly cut grass and faint aroma of lilacs. Everyday noises and smells I miss because other priorities take first place.
When was the last time, I heard complete silence?
Sounds encompass me, while silence evades me.
Sounds cover loneliness, lift spirits, soothe sleepyheads, and characterize normalcy.
If it is too quiet, I feel uncomfortable.
Why am I afraid to stop and take a break from the demands of my day?
Why does quieting my heart and giving God my full attention require so much energy?
Will I be forced to deal with my hidden issues, or face my holy God?
Silence is nerve-racking but necessary.
Silence exposes vulnerability, heightens attention, and requires intentional planning.
In the busyness of life, I miss God's voice.
When was the last time, I sat quietly at Jesus's feet? Still and ready to listen.
"But the Lord is in his holy temple; let all the earth keep silence before him."
Habakkuk 2:20 ESV
Lord, please help me to find a quiet place to worship you. Even though noises flood my day, please train my ears to hear you and my lips to praise you.